[Randamu Hausu] Forest of Maze

[ARC]Aruka · 06-24-2008, 02:39 AM

Randamu Hausu Presents- Forest of Maze!

Every year, on the night of the blue moon; the entrance to Phenomena’s most reclusive town opens its doors to the public, where a festivity is held, in honor of the many deities that protects the land.

On the first of every seventh month, the beautiful Town of Maya unfurls its graces to the outside world; the vines, the thorns and the clusters open up to give way to guests and tourists who wishes to see the majestic beauty of the estranged region. The grand festivities start with the colorful showcase of fireworks and parade which everyone could enjoy. The peaceful land becomes endowed in music and busy streets; stalls and stands everywhere, much to your eyes and hearts content.

There’s a lot of place to see inside the forest; sky is the limit, as the Randoms of Maya say.

Opening July 1, 2008!

Thank you and Good day,

~Randamu Hausu Owner, Sadaru

[ARC]Aruka · 06-30-2008, 12:09 PM

[Forest of Maze –GM Post]

Somewhere in the Land of Phenomena

“Beautiful,” a girl, with dark bluenette hair sat smiling on the rail of her porch, petting her cat so languidly from her high mountain top abode.

She watched the awesome displays of colorful fireworks in the clear starry sky; the different tones of colors reflecting in her crystalline azure eyes. Everything was perfect that night. The festivities at the Town of Maya, was conducted with the most colorful gala that night. The Forest of Maze never looked better, and to that, she raised her cup of sweet liquor out towards the air, acknowledging the fine work of the townspeople. Holding her glass upright, she flicked her hand swiftly, with the red liquid dissipating into tiny particles that shimmered all over, raining down on the land below her.

The cat screeched away from her lap and looked at her scornfully; the girl only smiled and pointed out towards the tiny crowd that danced around the huge bon fire.

Tilting her head she began, “Look, isn’t that the most adorable scene,” she asked, still pointing out, “You should stay and watch Kuromi-chan.”

Fazed, the cat jerked her tail up and walked back inside the house, resuming a comfortable cushion in the living area.

Sadaru sighed, shaking her head in disappointment as she looked back at the wonderfully crafted scene laid out before her. Happy and jolly as she was, young Sadaru was well out of her league; although she had been an adult for nearly a century now, she never ceased to play childish antics upon her small created world. With the temperament of a mere child, Sadaru sees no wrong in luring people into her world; Phenomena.

The girl felt nostalgic, recalling the past that dates back to her discovery of the Magical Well. How lucky was she then, finding the most sought after magical entity that every man on that unnamed world was yearning to achieve. And there she was, a young lady of eighteen, oblivious and naïve to the world found it; a girl whose lineage was powerful to wield the well’s magic.

“Aww,” she purred, encasing her delicate palms on her cheek, “such wonderful memories.” Jumping off from her seat, Sadaru fisted her right hand to the air, jammed heavily with joyous exhilaration.

“Party,” Sadaru exclaimed out loud, as she began to whirl around with her arms extended to their reach. With one last turn, she stood with one foot tiptoed to the ground, and the other daintily crossed aback.

“Tada,” she stopped, showing herself off, “Like it neechan?” Sadaru blinked, searching for her sister in the room.

“Neechan..?” Sadaru pouted, stomping her feet. “Hmph, fine, be that way!” the girl harrumphed and stuck her tongue out, as she gave herself a last whirl, admiring her outfit. Sadaru was quite happy with her work, the colors were very endearing.

She stopped upon hearing someone clear a throat behind her, spinning on her heel to meet the person’s stern look, “you’re not going out with that outfit on, are you?” she asked.

“Oh right. It’s missing something!” Sadaru clapped her hand together, as a fluffy blue object came fluttering down the air. “Much better.” She said, fixing the blue afro wig on her head.

The other sighed, shaking her head violently; she walked away with her hands massaging her temples.

“What?” Sadaru projected her clown costume, “its cute y’know.”

Kuromi sarcastically rolled her eyes, “Whatever, just leave me alone,” she lazily said, plopping back on the couch.

Ghôst Raziel · 06-30-2008, 12:48 PM

The young man walked through the streets taking in the celebration, though he continued to wear his headphones in order to dull the cacaphony around him, often people would watch him pass, he wasn't from this world and they knew it. A small child had been walking behind him for some time admiring his wide edged sword, easily long and heavy enough to be a 2 - handed blade to anyone around him, the small child had finally worked up enough courage to reach out and touch the blade, his fingers mere moments away from coming in contact and The young man stops.
"I wouldn't touch that if I were you." He says quietly, the small child only nods and smiles, then runs off to find other things to look at. Fireworks begin going off over head, the young man does not look up, for they remind him of home. He finally comes across the bonfire and it's dancers, he finds a nice quiet spot and leans against a post and watches the celebration.

[ARC]Aruka · 06-30-2008, 02:19 PM

Sea wandered in the busy streets of Maya, taking in the Town's infinite beauty wallow in her sapphire eyes. With the people’s smiles and warm welcome, Sea couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed by her surrounding. The young girl walked past random by random, who, as much as her, were also enthralled by the mesmerizing lights and fireworks beaming up the velvet night sky.

Smiling, Sea continued to admire her surroundings and happily leaped her way to an accessory boutique where they sell ornaments of sorts made out of pearls and shells.

“Excuse me, but how much is this?” Sea asked the store owner, showing her the array of pearls made into a band. When the lady answered, Sea was quite surprised how convenient the price was. “I’ll take it,” she happily said and paid the old lady gratefully.

“I can’t believe how cheap she sold this,” she thought aloud, tracing the sleek form of the pears on the back of her head, where it held her curly cerulean locks in place. “Well, for whatever reason, I’m glad I got this almost for free.”

The girl simply allowed herself through the crowd and gleefully hummed as she smiled broadly and cheerfully at everyone she bumped into.

Zegethys · 06-30-2008, 10:47 PM

Vaseari walked down the street he had come to, wondering what new world his spell had brought him too. He saw a man stalking him, and grinned, knowing he seemed a small weak dark elf awash in riches, seemingly an easy target. He continued walking, the man behind him keeping behind him, waiting for a chance to snag one of the Drow's various gems sown in his robes. The Drow mage turned into a moredeserted alley and continued walking, the would-be theif starting to sprint towards him.

He let the pitiful man get within 2 feet of him before he spun around and let his tranformation spell disappear. His skin rotted away before the pickpocket's eyes, his eyes turned to dust and were picked up in the wind, tiny pinpricks of red light appearing where his eyes had been. He thrust his hand forward, grabbing hold of the mans throat and began squeezing the life out of the man. He tried to scream, he tried to beg for his life, but nothing but a spluttering sound came out, as the magical cold of Vaseari's lich aura sapped his life.

Vaseari dropped the man when it was obvious he couldn't move at all. He bent down, so close that if he had a nose, it would be overlapping the thief's. The Drow Lich reached back and plucked a sapphire from his now brown robes and held it an inch above the man's forehead and said in a cold whisper "Is this what you wanted?" The man shuddered and tried to shake his head. Vaseari shoved his skelatal hand into the mans gut and grabbed hold of the man's pancreas, and tore it out. The man screamed in pain and terror "Do not lie to me, is this what you wanted?" The man started bawling in terror and nodded. "Well then, take it"

He whispered a spell and held the cut sapphire's point over the mans's forehead, letting it go, the magic held it in place. The gem began to spin, slowly at first, gradually picking up speed. Once it started spinning so fast neither one of them could make out its faces anymore, it started to drill itself into the man's forehead. He screamed in pain, and Vaseari simply stood, since he did not have a face, his amusement did not show, but had he had a face, a wide grin of evil glee would have been seen. Normally an object drilling though a human's skull would have killed him, but this spell was special, this spell would keep the man alive until the gem was deep enough to activate a different spell. The man continued to scream, and once the sapphire was so deep in his skull that the top face of it was all that could be seen from any angle, Vaseari gently put the tip of his right index finger in the center of the gem face.

All sound ceased from the man, he didn't know what the feeling was, all he knew was he was dieing. What was really happening, Vaseari was using the gem as a medium to suck the man's soul out of his body. The man's soul for a moment took the form of a black orb inside the sapphire, then went up into Vaseari's finger and up into his body, being converted into a small amount of flesh for his undead body, being that he wished to keep his undead body in usable condition. He plucked the sapphire, which was now black with the evil magic, and placed it back in his robes and stood back up, whispering and waving his hands in intricate magical patterns.

Once he finished his spell, he once again resumed the form of a Drow mage, his flesh reforming, his organs recreated themselves inside his torso and he began breathing once more. His robes once again attained their blue hue obvious runes. He popped his neck and grinned, looking down on the corpse at his feet and cackled evily. He stepped over the souless husk and walked back into the light, continuing on his path down the main road. "Well well well, the people of this world are full of life, something which I plan to exploit" He cackled once more, and continued on, savoring the feeling of a fresh soul in his existence.

[ARC]Aruka · 07-01-2008, 12:47 AM

[Forest of Maze – GM Post]

After watching the gruesome display of evil intents, Kuromi grinned devilishly as she watched the drow walk back into the busy streets, seemingly interested in the life he can thwart from the Randoms of Maya. Landing on all fours, the shape shifting sorceress made her way gaily towards the dying dark elf who had just been brutally tortured by the evil being; shaking her head, Kuromi transformed back into her human form and cradled the elf in her arms.

“My poor, poor dark elf,” she whispered huskily, tracing her fingers along the torn flesh on his stomach where his pancreas was taken, “not to worry, I’ll help you cease the pain you’re feeling.”

Kuromi clasped her hand in prayer and grinned, “May you rest in peace.”

Smiling almost ethereally, Kuromi waved her hand with a dark aura; the feeble elf was surprisingly able to draw his eyes wide from terror, as dark flames began to ravage his body. The cold flame burned through him excruciatingly, as it engulfed him greedily while his body charred and diminished into a pile of ash that the wind uncannily swept off from the ground; showering the sky with glittering amethyst speckles that sparkled along the bright fire works.

Fading into the darkness, Kuromi searched for the drow who killed one of her henchmen. Her form roamed from section to section, catching up with the intricately adorned drow who wandered the town; this time, Kuromi was more exhilarated- who would’ve thought she’d find a keeper in this happy little town her sister was very fond of?

“I saw you,” Kuromi suddenly appeared behind him, her arms wrapped around his magically worn body, “you killed the elf…”

Zegethys · 07-01-2008, 01:06 AM

“I saw you,you killed the elf…”

Vaseari stopped and grinned "If you saw what I did, and you still have the courage to approach me, you are one of three things. Incredibly stupid, Insane, or powerful enough to not be afraid of me, and the feeling I get from you is the latter of the three He looked over his shoulder and examined what he could of the woman holding him. Mostly he saw her beautiful face, red hair framing her pale skinned face, perfectly complimenting her purple eyes. Though she was not the most beauitful woman he had ever seen, she was still fairly attractive.

"If you would let me go for a moment I would introduce myself" He knew just from the feeling he got from her that she wasn't just some woman that was attracted to him, but some being of power that had taken an interest in him, much like had happened after he had became a lich back in his home town.

[ARC]Aruka · 07-01-2008, 01:29 AM

[Forest of Maze - GM Post]

Kuromi slid off his back and held her basket of red roses firmly in her arms. She found the drow quite interesting, most especially when he sensed her power even in the utmost effects of Sadaru's binding spell on her for the festival. Fingering a single rose from the bunch, Kuromi examined the drow's appearance; only a special kind of magic can do such effects to the undead- Kuromi was thrilled.

"Forgive me," she smiled "but you've made the wrong assumptions,"

Gesturing her hand over the basket, Kuromi took out three thorned roses and give it to Vaseari. Despite her evil lineage, Kuromi oftens plays nice and kind to beings around her; deception is one of her greatest ploys, and she loves it when people fight for her name, when in fact, she was the cause of the trouble.

"I'm a lowly rose vendor, I happened to passed by and saw what you did, but don't worry, I won't tell anyone," stepping aside, Kuromi went to take her leave; a devious smile pursed on her lips while her back was turned to him. "I forgot,"

Turning on her heel, Kuromi handed Vaseari the three roses and smiled sweetly; devoid of any malicious intents.

Zegethys · 07-01-2008, 02:38 AM

Vaseari took the roses but cackled, looking at the women, he said "My dear, please don't try to fool me, these undead eyes of mine see evil in you as plainly as you see the petals on the roses, you falsly claim to peddle. The evil I see in you is darker then anything I've seen, even in my own wicked people" Vaseari wondered what the roses were for, but purposly pricked his finger on one of the thorns, savoring the feeling of pain that shot through his arm. His eyes lit up with interest as he further examined the woman, her body was quite attractive.

"It's obvious you have some sort of interest in me,otherwise you would not have bothered to contact me at all, am I correct?" He switched to the language of the drow, wondering if this strange woman would know his language. He wanted to know as much as he could about the woman, his natural curiosity overtaking his hatred of both her being alive and a woman. He wanted to know if this woman had something he could gain from, or possibly as a source of entertainment, whichever way he might be able to arrange more easily.

He thought to himself "Whether this woman is to be nothing but a sex object, a torture experiment, or possibly a companion in evil, is yet to be decided" but, being that he was undead and quite used to not being able to show emotion, his body language didn't betray even a little bit of his thoughts.

[ARC]Misoka · 07-01-2008, 03:40 AM

A small bundle of coats swerved its way into and out of the crowds blindly, as if it was some type of game. Beneath the deep shadow of the heavy coats one could faintly see 4 small feet scurrying in whatever spasmatic direction they happened to choose, and yet all four moved in perfect sync never breaking the definite rhythm of steps. Two oddly shaped eyes could barely be seen beneath the limp hood of the coat, the eyes seemed to peer into an onyx void as they gazed over the various festivities.

A single solitary flaw to the near mechanical synchronization of the feet appeared in the form of a small puppy that became enchanted by the swaying of the coattail. the small part the dog was playing with tangled the feet causing flurry of coats and out of this pandemonium tumbled two small girls, their wrists bound by a simple string of red thread.The two looked as if they were perfect mirror images and yet the total opposite of the other. After a second to gather themselves each placed their free hand down in perfect symmetry and lifted themselves up and after a quick dusting the two scooped a solitary oversized coat and tossed it over the both of them.They then began to walk into the crowd once more glancing occasionally at the faces above them as if nothing had ever happened.